THE JOB FAIRY
Every time a job is lost in factory or shop
The job fairy is notified and from the clouds does drop.
She sprinkles all the unemployed with silver NAFTA dust
And puts a nickel for them in an uninsured bank trust.
She dances in the moonlight right upon their self-esteem
And whispers in their ears that security's a dream.
She tiptoes through the hollyhocks; her giggles are restrained.
She gives baloney sandwiches to those who are retrained.
Then before she fades away to gossamer and smoke
She wraps up in her magic and her mystical blue cloak.
Daintily she weaves a spell upon a nettle's point
So laid-off workers wind up working in a fast food joint.
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